Where does cricket go from here?

Tom Eaton wonders, post the greatest match of 'em all, in the Mail and Guardian

Until Sunday, cricket's distinctions were clear. Tests were beautiful, subtle and - to the layman - excruciatingly dull. Fifty-overs games produced the odd thriller, but by and large were rendered plodding by those damned middle overs of nudge and trot. Twenty-overs stuff was good for a laugh, if you were into that sort of thing: the cricketing equivalent of flowers squirting water and revolvers belching out little flags labelled "BANG!".